CJ

A toxic love... He teaches us that age is not a qualification for who should do what in love, that love has no rules, no boundaries, and no criteria. Shuggie Bain is envious to love itself.

I knew Shuggie Bain only after it received the Booker Prize 2020 and started reading sometime at the start of this year. And it took me almost 2 months to finish it! Phew! The work is done! Not my cup of tea! I’m more of a chase and blood genre reader and Shuggie Bain has been the longest book I’ve ever read. Why I started it? Bluntly, because it won the Prize. No other reason whatsoever! Why…

What are we without 'Hope' So whatever it is you're working on today, do not lose hope! Because what are we without hope? To me, absolutely nothing! Because realistic people find reason in everything they do, but hopeful people find magic in everythin...

Without hope? Maybe realistic? Yes…a lot realistic actually! We know what’s in front of our eyes, we know what we have in our hands, we know what we are capable of and we work with it, towards what we want! But… Have you ever felt that surge of energy when you wake up in the morning? You won’t have anything planned out for the day, you won’t have a single thing that went right the day before…

Is your love being judged? Don’t hate someone because their ideal qualification of a partner doesn’t fit your criteria. We all have our own agenda. It’s why God made us unique in our way. They love, and that’s all that matters. They’re willing to spread

The other day I came across this post on Instagram. A video, actually. The woman in the post was replying back to a comment that apparently, went viral. She attached the comment to the video and it said, “God made people gay.” There was a lot to the comment, but I don’t remember it and unfortunately, I didn’t save the video. At the time, I slid it up thinking it was just another Christian video…

2020! I am not the ideal self I want me to be, but 2020 told me, ‘It’s okay, love. Take your time.’ It taught me to live life as it is.

New year! Oddly, I don’t get the vibe. I don’t understand how everything is going to change just because the calendar date changes. And I don’t understand why everyone is blaming 2020 for the mistake of humans. The year’s not cursed. It is the humans in it. I know a lot of people say, ‘Goodbye 2020! No one is going to miss you!’, but I think I will. I will miss 2020. It taught me a lot in one…

What do you postpone? Don’t measure the depth of your emotions. Don’t compare it with someone else’s. Don’t block them. Just feel it when you do. Anticipating what will happen next is worst than something not happening. We will lose the gift of this momen

The festive season is soon arriving. I would’ve written holiday season but since we were all on a very long holiday (some of us still are) for months now, I thought you guys would get confused.

So, the festive season is arriving. I know most of us don’t feel like it. Nonetheless, the pandemic only paused our routine. Our time and life are still running. Just not us with them.

Celebrating…

Social media hides failures! Focus on ‘your’ progress and don’t compare it with others’ results. Most importantly, don’t ever give up without reaching the destination. You never know what amazing things you might miss out. Even failures are not to be miss

It’s easy to get carried away with the internet.

Power couples showing off how a perfect relationship should be.

Flawless skin and bodies of celebrities.

Go to exotic places and forget all your problems.

Launch your dream carrier in your teens.

The ‘right’ way to style your outfit.

Isn’t it easy to get carried away?

I did.

It doesn’t just stop with admiring them. We…

What is 'FOREVER'? No matter what, promise that you will love yourself forever. If you can’t love yourself forever, then no one else can. Till the end of your life’s journey, it is your relationship with you that’s going to accompany you.

“Don’t promise me forever. Just promise me that if you ever stop loving me, you’ll tell me.”

If you heard or seen this dialogue/ quote before, please tell me from which movie it is from, or is it just a quote or a meme (comment below)! I’ve spent a good twenty minutes filtering Google for this info, but I still haven’t found it.

If you’re hearing it for the first time, join the club ‘cause…

Why do you want to be successful? Harry Styles in an interview said, “I had a friend who said to me, ‘If you’re happy doing what you’re doing then nobody can tell you you’re not successful.’” What is the intention behind why we want to be successful?

What emotion pops up inside you when I say the word ‘rejection’?

Pride that you’ve successfully overcome it?

Sad that you’re still facing it?

Some people out there often talk about their rejection stories because they might be happy with what they’re doing right now, happy with the person they are right now.

And the other half, talk about it too. But not with the same intention. They…

Thank You! Today is that day, for me. The day I opened the abandoned room and found it not just clean and tidy but filled with presents and souvenirs from all over the world. I am very grateful for all the love I’ve received. You guys have no idea how....

Hello, amazing world!

First of all, the content I had for today’s blog is vastly different from what I am writing right now. Yes, I’m not revealing the content in the hopes that it creates suspense (did it?). I am not surprised if it did not.

So, it’s been over a month since my last entry (28th of August, 2020). 37 days to be exact. That’s the longest I have not written and I feel very…

THE SECRET BROTHER: A STORY (EPISODE 3) Their eyes met each other, like the day he checked her out as the random hot girl. He lowered the weapon in his hand and caressed her hair. Mia leaned back.

Now, on her way to free her boyfriend, Mia parks her car at a safe distance from Nolan’s house. She gets out and as she approaches the secret window, Mia double-checks her bag for the knife and the pepper spray in her jacket. She lifts the window and gets inside the house. The house is completely dark.

A million thoughts run wild in her head. She could’ve gone to the police, but she didn’t.…

THE SECRET BROTHER: A STORY (EPISODE 2) Mia is worried sick that her boyfriend might not be the person he claims to be. She finds out the truth about the brother. But what will happen to her? Will she be able to handle the truth?

Mia kept tossing and turning in her bed. She checked her neon light alarm clock. Time was 3:30 am. Her mind was filled with events from the past week and Nolan. Something is terribly wrong with him. Mia ixs worried sick. His parents were never around. It was highly unusual. He barely went to his job. Mia couldn’t understand why, but Nolan is horny all the time. Every time they met up, he’s never…

THE SECRET BROTHER: A STORY Nolan's secret twin brother, Dylan comes back with a revenge. He locks his entire family in the basement as sweet justice. Mia, Nolan's girlfriend has no idea that she has come home to a psychopath, who looks like her boyfriend.

Mia rushed inside her kitchen and took a knife out of the drawer. She flashed the knife in front of her eyes and saw her own face in the blade: panicked, sweating, flushed. 

Her brother entered the kitchen and filled himself a glass of tap water. ‘Careful, sissy! You might kill someone with that!’

Yeah? That’s exactly the plan. 

‘I just need to cut some apples’, she said.

Mia…

THE DREAMCATCHER: A STORY There was a whoosh of blue light from the dreamcatcher and Ava was gone. She was sucked inside the dreamcatcher, trapped in her dream. What if she was dreaming a nightmare?

Who doesn’t like a dreamcatcher? They’re pretty and cute.

Ava doesn’t know if it works in trapping your nightmares. In truth, Ava doesn’t believe in dreamcatchers. They’re cute when hanged anywhere in the room. They go next to the dressing table, above the study table, near the mirror, and then, of course, on your bed’s head. They’re super decorative. But can a thing like that catch horrible…

THE SAILOR: A STORY Arthur is a sailor and so, he knows people. And people know him too. It was past midnight when Arthur returned home. The town was quiet and filled with lust. It felt good to Arthur. It felt good to be among the dark. No one will know..

Arthur is a sailor and so, he knows people. And people know him too. 

It was past midnight when Arthur returned home. The night was cold and dark. Too dark. Arthur looked up. The sky was pitch black. There was no moon. He looked around him. The town was quiet and filled with lust. People were minding their own business. Somehow, it felt good to Arthur. It felt good that no one will know when…

THE SOUND: A STORY The sound was heard again. Emma’s eyes opened wide awake. Her body froze. This time her ears tuned in and it was clear. Something was above her.

Sounds of someone walking echoed. Emma was in a deep sleep, after a tiring long day and her mind dismissed the sound as part of her dream. 

The sound was heard again. Her subconscious started debating whether it created this sound or was it a real sound. 

The sound was heard the third time.

This time her mind confirmed that it was a real sound. It was part of reality. Emma was coming out…

THE APPLE PIE! And there she is. Waiting for you on the plate. Waiting for you to taste her and forget yourself when she’s inside you. It is just you and her and nothing else. You lose yourself when her spices and sweetness break down inside you, leaving y

Like all pregnant women, Margaret got cravings too. Not for Mexican food. But for an apple pie. Mags craved for an apple pie. Just a simple, mediocre-taste, apple pie. 

A week ago, Mags was going through her old photos, feeling every word of the ‘Memories’ song more than Maroon 5. All of her college days, when life was simpler, cheaper, and happier. She was a reckless spirit back then. Did…

SLEEPWALK PAINTINGS Nick is a painter and has been diagnosed with chronic sleepwalking. Dozens and dozens of paintings are found abandoned in his basement. They look too familiar and brings back memories he never thought he had. Click on the link to read!

The clock struck 1:00 a.m. Nick sat up straight in his bed. His eyes were wide open and his back was stiff. His legs dropped to the floor and his eyes found the door. He walked to his art room. There was an empty canvas kept on the stand. His hands grabbed the brush and started dabbing the thick, sleepy paint on the palette. His fingers started dancing on the canvas, printing whatever was in his…